"I hope the other fellows have got their lot," said the Chief of Department Z., as the car ran into the High Road.
"Trust them," was the answer. "Finlay wouldn't let Naylor escape him. I should like to know what they're saying at the Tower," he added a moment later.
From half-past twelve until nearly two that day, the officials at the Tower were kept busily occupied in receiving guests. The appetite for lunch of the officer of the guard was entirely spoiled.
"Where the deuce are we going to put them all," he asked of one of his N.C.O.'s.
The man shook his head helplessly.
"It might be a Rowton's lodging-house," grumbled the officer, as he made the twenty-third entry in what he facetiously called the "Goods Received Book." "Damn the war!"
III
"Well, Thompson," remarked Colonel Walton with a smile, "you have earned——"
"A wound stripe," interrupted Sage.
Thompson grinned, as he looked down at his right arm resting in a sling.